Yu Lingling
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Day and night music
The bridal chamber remembers that when we first met, we were only together for a long time. When will there be a quiet moment, becoming parting? Spring is bleak, and I am crazy about flowers everywhere. I'm afraid of the beautiful scenery, so I'll go home with Yi. Who caused loneliness? The preface is always light. If I knew it was difficult to fight, I would regret not keeping it. Very romantic thing, even more touching. If you don't think about it, you will frown.
Yanji avenue
Quail day
The colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but they were drunk in those days, dancing in the willows and singing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. There is only one photo of gold and silver left tonight, and I'm afraid meeting each other is a dream.
Qin Guan
Jiangchengzi
Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Tears can't be collected when you are away from troubles. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you, when to rest. When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Even the river is full of tears, which are endless and full of sorrow.
Baliuzi
Rely on the dangerous pavilion, hate like grass, and live after all. After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.
There is no reason for heaven and graceful demeanour. Jathyapple has a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles gentle. However, the direction and pleasure gradually followed the running water, and the chords stopped, and the fragrance of Cui Yu decreased. Like a flying flower, it is late and misty. Just as the pin fell, the oriole sang several times.
banquet
A butterfly in love with flowers
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. If you want to send colorful stationery, you can know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide!
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Ling Bo didn't cross Tanglu, but after reading it, the dust settled. Who will spend the next year in golden times? Moon Bridge, Flower Pavilion, Window and Zhujiajian are only known in spring.
Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Magnolia Feng Yansi
I don't know how far you are from here, but it's desolate and boring! Drifting away, without books, where does the fish sink?
In the middle of the night, the wind blows bamboo and knocks autumn rhyme, and thousands of pages are malicious. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
Qu Liuyong
Yunfei Longshou, the river is late, and the smoke is long. Wangjiang, in the Qing swing, I am staring.
I am in Beijing, Yingying Fairy. Don't write an inscription. There is no evidence to break the wild goose. Ran Ran flies down to Tingzhou, thinking of dragons.
I thought about how many good times there were; I am afraid that it will be difficult to gather and disperse, and it will turn into rain and hate clouds. Every time I climb a mountain near the water, I am always in fear. I was silent all day, but I went downstairs.
Yi Jian Wang Mei welcomes the youth.
The cardamom tip is warm in spring, the wind is full of the front mountain, and the rain is full of the front mountain. Rhododendron cries blood five more residual, flowers can not help but cold, people can not help but cold.
There are several kinds of joys and sorrows, there are joys and sorrows, there are joys and sorrows. It's easier to see when it's not, and you dare not sing Yang Guan, so don't sing Yang Guan.
Tasha Qin Xing Temple
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms come by mail, fish are long, and this hate is not heavy! Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
Santai made Yan Feng.
Bright moon! Bright moon! The picture is so sad. The deeper the shadow falls on the empty bed, the longer the night. Long night! Long night! Dreams come to court in the shade of flowers.
There are two other Tang poems:
Farewell to Du Mu
Affectionate but always heartless, but I don't think I can laugh before I die. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Sikongshu bid farewell to Shen Han at Yunyang Inn.
How many years have passed since my old friend was in Jianghai? Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age. Our single lamp shines through the cold and humidity, the candle is dark and the smoke is floating. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.